Soukoku Oneshots.

The art of Forgiveness part 1

port mafia Soukoku, Age 17

Chuuya sighed heavily, his frustration evident in the way he slouched against the plush cushions of his couch. His fingers drummed impatiently against the armrest as he replayed the scenario in his mind once again. It wasn't the first time Dazai had left him hanging on their day off, and it certainly wasn't getting any easier to deal with.

Despite his outward annoyance, Chuuya couldn't shake the feeling of hurt that gnawed at him from within. He knew he wasn't clingy or needy, but he couldn't help but yearn for more quality time with Dazai outside of their work obligations. After all, relationships weren't just about missions and late-night bickering sessions.

But it seemed like Dazai had a different agenda altogether. His penchant for staying out late with friends and leaving Chuuya behind was becoming a pattern that was hard to ignore. And while Chuuya understood the importance of maintaining friendships, he couldn't help but feel neglected and unimportant in the process.

As he sat there, stewing in his frustration and disappointment, Chuuya couldn't help but wonder if this was what their relationship had come to—a series of missed opportunities and unmet expectations. But deep down, he still held onto a glimmer of hope that things could change, that maybe one day Dazai would prioritize their relationship as much as he did.

Until then, Chuuya resigned himself to the solitude of his luxurious couch, waiting for the day when Dazai would finally see just how much he meant to him.it was easier to deal with.

Despite his outward annoyance, Chuuya couldn't shake the feeling of hurt that gnawed at him from within. He knew he wasn't clingy or needy, but he couldn't help but yearn for more quality time with Dazai outside of their work obligations. After all, relationships weren't just about missions and late-night bickering sessions.

But it seemed like Dazai had a different agenda altogether. His penchant for staying out late with friends and leaving Chuuya behind was becoming a pattern that was hard to ignore. And while Chuuya understood the importance of maintaining friendships, he couldn't help but feel neglected and unimportant in the process.

As he sat there, stewing in his frustration and disappointment as he reached midnight.

Chuuya's patience wore thin as the hours ticked by with no sign of Dazai. Despite his initial determination to remain hopeful and non-hostile, the nagging feeling of disappointment gnawed at him relentlessly. He glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time, frustration bubbling up inside him.

His carefully laid plans for a cozy movie night with Dazai were crumbling before his eyes, replaced by a sinking feeling of abandonment. 

It was bad enough that Dazai often prioritized his friends over their time together, but to blatantly disregard their plans without so much as a word was a new low.

With each passing minute, Chuuya's hope dwindled, replaced by a simmering anger that threatened to boil over. He couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal that washed over him, the sting of being left waiting and alone once again.

As the clock struck midnight and Dazai's absence stretched into the early hours of the morning, Chuuya finally reached his breaking point. 

With a heavy sigh, he resigned himself to the fact that Dazai wasn't coming, his heart heavy with disappointment.

He decided to call Dazai, maybe he got caught up on work.

Chuuya gripped his phone with frustration as he dialed Dazai's number, the anticipation building with each passing ring. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dazai picked up, his voice slurred with intoxication.